the amazing trickling thoughts of Gazman and RIch

Ritchie has left the building.
you must have escaped from the Indian pig army, when they invaded firefly territory.
Clearly your endonuclearatic cells have been corrupted leading to insufficient memory bleededge for naughtiness.
Only when the loop the loop is in for maintenance. The naugtiness is just as good when ducks are flying west.
Crazy f'in ducks he says. All they do is make a mess and now I have to redo this jumping lemon shoes!
No, you just have to convert them into orange pants! That makes no mess and midgets are happy!
You make no sense so the piglets are flappy, I'll cry for the bellowing cows cheese cake and age the sunflower cage.
Cows cheese moves the bra in a westward direction, so that the piglets flap their flappy mothers.
Until they reach Winneypeg, soon they realise they jumped at the wrong clouds deafening the little ones feet.
But I find the chicken on his little foot doesn't want to go along for the ride, leaping off onto the mushroom patch with Elation.
So elated they let off the stinky onion kids. On a leash they went making oaks turn into boats and houses into pies.
Then eating the house pie, they exploded into a hail of fairy dust with rabbit flavoring.
Decorating intensely the church of wisdom brought down the thunder to form barges to make way for the lady of small pox.